I’m so hungry

I’m so tired

 

I stay awake and starve myself,

punishment for days of being a glutton.

I choose sleep for dinner,

a kitchen full of food in the next room,

because I have no idea what to do.

 

I come here everyday.

I get the same thing every time.

I write a new poem,

about the same old depression

I cling to

for reasons I’m not sure of.

 

Can I continue to justify my actions?

Citing resentment that I wish to let go of,

Anger I don’t hold anymore.

A frame of reference

in the process of being dismantled.

 

Running in circles,

So upset at my inability

to catch my own tail.

 

So tired, I want to give up

So desperate, I’m willing to try hope again

So hopeful, I’m willing to try

So stuck, I know I’m going to fail

 

But I know who He is.

 

Be still, and let him be God.